Right now, I was getting started on the decorative carvings for the gazebo I wanted to build once the snow abated and the ground dried out from the muddy part of spring. At least, I would be getting started if people would quit interrupting me. But I couldn’t turn down that shy grin if you paid me.
Stepping away from the workbench, I dusted the sawdust off my hands and pulled Casersis to me, molding our bodies together, and kissed him stupid. I always knew when “stupid” hit because he’d melt against me, and when I pulled back, his eyes were unfocused, his pupils blown wide, and he had this starstruck expression that took a few moments to clear away, so he was capable of coherent thought again. Those “few moments” depended on several factors, including if I kissed him again or if I brought him back with a nudge of my nose to his.
“Earth to Cass,” I said, trying to suppress my laughter. He looked so fucking edible that I nipped at his chin. “You okay in there?”
“Huh?” He swayed, and I couldn’t help it anymore. I laughed until he snapped out of it. “You are entirely too smug, beauty. It does not become you.”
I just laughed some more and kissed the tip of his nose. “Did you need anything, kitten, or did you just want a kiss?”
He smirked. “With you, my love, there is never such a thing as ‘just’ a kiss.”
Damn, if that didn’t inflate my ego to ridiculous proportions.